Day 3: Power Couple


For a few days, Robin would be waking up sluggish, and hanging out around the bathroom, seemingly sleepwalking during the night.

It was if he needed to throw up, but his body was stronger than what his normal human brain was saying, so he was in a weird limbo of brain and body fighting over what was necessary.

Today was no exception, as it seemed that his brain had finally won, and he was throwing up things he didn't even know were in his system. Was that a whole fish skeleton?

Watching him from a distance, Lucina looked worried, for it wasn't often that something like this happened.

"This is starting to look like the one time before our final battle," Robin chortled a little, thinking back on how similar it seemed to feel.

"No, it isn't, you didn't have an ominous magical being attempting to crush your soul from a distance," Lucina said, rubbing the small bump that had been forming on her stomach through a light and simple dress.

What they were talking about, was that before their final battle, Grima was trying to reduce the threat of Robin by mentally attacking his immune system. With that, Robin was sick for nearly four hours strait, constantly throwing up and having a fever.

"That's still no reason why you should be worried over me," Robin mumbled, before he fell over.

Sighing a bit, Lucina walked over to him, trying to lift him up.

"You're clearly not feeling well, take a break."

Giving up and dragging him, she lifted him into the bed, till he suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, his eyes seemingly out of concentration.

"How are you walking?" he asked, an immense amount of worry running across his face.

"What?" Lucina asked, wondering what he was talking about.

"Why are you not bleeding? The wound is so deep," Robin continued, trying to reach for her chest.

Realizing what he was talking about, Lucina leaned in, pulling the top of her dress down and showed part of her scar.

Upon touching her skin and seeing that it was dry, Robin let out a sigh of relief, before passing off to sleep, as it seemed that he needed it now.

Why he remembered that, Lucina wasn't sure, but maybe that it had something to do with him being sick.

He rarely got ill, so his brain probably panicked and brought the memory back up to make him more alert.

Deciding to join him, Lucina walked around to the other side of the bed, and curled up next to him.

"War is hell, and the fear of loss is real.

I'm just glad we had you to protect us all."


AN: band rehearsal today sucked.

So much stuff I could've gotten done.

And I'm percussion, so that means we do nearly nothing.